Vol wrote:Day 6 of constant panic attacks. No idea why, but at least my body invents new and interesting symptoms to freak out about. It would be amusing if not for the hours of dread leading up to the big 10 minute ride. Over and over. I need a fucking tranquilizer or klonopin or something. It's interesting how the body still responds to precise, high-level commands (work) while also flooding the body with fear. Able to paint fine trim all day with a steady hand despite it all. Thank you mind over body.
Jesus, go to a doctor or get therapist (assuming you can afford it, because the american is so exepensiv).











